club song
club song
club song
CLUB SONG
We’re the mighty Uni team
By far the best you’ve ever seen
With
And when we, get tired, Sandy gives us ginger wine
But we’re the fittest team you know
And Bob Neil is a legend so
Open up those kegs of beer
Cause we’ll win the flag this year
The Blacks, the Blacks, the Blacks are fit
The Blacks, the Blacks, the Blacks suck piss!
GREEN GINGER WINE
GREEN GINGER WINE
(To the tune of “Sweet Caroline”)
Sandy the man
He was the A-1 strapper
His legacy is growing strong
Was it his spring?
Or in the way he stuttered?
Or in a drink he’d bring along?
Wine – ginger rind – harmony
Warming me, warming you
Green Ginger Wine – (BumBaDaaa)
Good wine never tastes like this
Like turpentine – (BumBaDaaa)
Makes your slug sting when
you piss – Agh-ooh-agh
During the game
You just tore the ol’ hammy
You’re in the shit, it don’t feel loose
But here he comes
Doing the Sandy Shuffle
To fix your hurt with his green juice
Drop – just a drop – go you girl
Healing me, healing you
Green Ginger Wine – (BumBaDaaa)
Good drink to swig if you’re ill
You’ll soon feel fine – (BumBaDaaa)
Just one gob full and
you will – Do-mi-nate
Top shelf you’re eye’n – (BumBaDaaa)
You’d buy better if you could
Next day ‘bout nine – (BumBaDaaa)
Makes your head feel like split wood
Green Ginger Wine – (BumBaDaaa)
Good ol’ Sandy said it’s g’g’g’good
Green Ginger Wine
FATTY LITTLE DARREN GRAETZ
(Happy Little Vegemites)
He’s fatty little Darren Graetz
He’s fat as fat can be
He guzzles all that West End beer
For breakfast lunch and tea
His mummy says he’s getting fatter
Scaring all the tarts
Because he loves his West End beer
He just adores his West End beer
It puts the stink in all his farts
I AM A BLACK
(I am a Rock, by Simon and Garfunkel)
A winter’s day
In a finals filled September
We’ve won the fla – a – g
Easing through the minor round
Thrashing every team we play
Beating tattooed, bearded psychos every day
I am a Black
I drink with Bob Neil
I build my stats
I love to take a speccy
And I radiate good Karma
I have no use of Kilburn
Kilburn causes pain
I wanna play even though I didn’t train
I am a Black
I drink with Bob Neil
Don’t talk of training
Well, I’ve heard the word before
I’ts sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the sixpack
I drank this afternoon
If I never trained I never would have spewed
I am a Black
I drink with Bob Neil
We’ve got the ‘Book
The Jerk, The Pole and Dirty
We are shielded by Jan’s
Ardour (English students will
be quick to point out that
‘ardour’ means passion. And,
no, we don’t sing this bit.)
We’ve got fitness, skill and ale
So who needs Johnny Cahill
Our finest play at Bob Neil NumberTwo!
I am a Black
I drink with Bob Neil
And a Black feels no pain
And Bob’s keg never dies
A.U.F.C.
(Y.M.C.A.)
I said Blackmen, it’s the best one around
I said Blackmen, it’s a club where you’ll stay
There’s no need-to-get-paid-to play
I said Blackmen, you can spend all your dough
You can stay there, and I know Henry will find
That your love-ly money is fine
Chorus
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
They have everything, for you there to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys and girls
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
You can see Chocka Bloch, you can drink with Bob Neil
You can do what-ever you feel
I said Blackman, to be part of the team
I said
Then you’ll find-your-self-on-the-street
No
I said Blackman, you can’t do it alone
You can go there, to the A.U.F.C.
And see the su-per-stars-like-Hairy
Chorus
Blackmen, Bob was once in the blues
I said, he was, down and out with no booze
He felt no club, cared if he was alive
It looked as though-he-would-not-survive
That’s
And said Legend, we don’t know where you’ve been
But we need you, at the A.U.F.C.
So that some-one-drinks-with RuleBook
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
It’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
They have everything, for you there to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys and girls
A.U.F.C., it’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
Blackman Blackman, there’s no need to feel down
Blackman Blackman, pick yourself off the ground
A.U.F.C., it’s fun to play at the A.U.F.C.
Blackman Blackman, do it all for Bob Neil….(fade)
YOU’RE A BLACK
(You’re the Voice)
We have, the chance to deck a Payneham Rover
We can drink what we wanna drink,
but we smash West
We’re all Bob Neil’s Daughters, We’re all Bob Neil’s Sons
How could you play for another? Bobby
Chorus
You’re a Black try and understand it, make a noise and sink a beer Woooooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo
Some clubs they drink in silence,
Eastern Park, we know you all work for Holden
Commodores and
Oooohh We’re all Bob Neil’s Daughters, We’re all Bob Neil’s Sons
How could you play for another? Bobby
Chorus
You’re a Black try and understand it, make a noise and sink a beer Woooooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo
Some clubs they drink in silence,
(Air Guitar)
Oooooohh We’re all Bob Neil’s Daughters, We’re all Bob Neil’s Sons
How could you play for another? Bobby
Chorus
You’re a Black try and understand it, make a noise and sink a beer Woooooooooooooo Wooooooooooooo
Some clubs they drink in silence,